Take me into the still. Where I can
wait and watch. Where the wind can make figure eights around me.
me pause and exhale and stare up and see.
the wonder still startle me like it used to.
me to a hill I can coast down while the tank hovers on empty.
me to the center of the unknown to a sweet spot of rest.
the sun for the night so I can light up the sparklers in the backseat.
the moon and the stars in motion so they can perform pirouettes above me.
the places for the moment.
them so they overflow. So there’s a little left once the daylight scratches
this and take that and take all. In hands that can hold everything without
near the light in this black that fingertips can almost touch it.